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Chapter Thirty-Four: The Girlfriend Tag

Chapter Thirty-Four: Talk

I feel as if this chapter is fairly bland. I apologize if you feel the same way, and I may get round to rewriting this. Tell me what you guys think. 

Ellie 

When we separate from our hug, we take hold of each others hand and refuse to let go. We don't want any distance between us at all, and the only way we can take away the cold feeling of loneliness and isolation is to hold each other.

"We really should talk about it," I say quietly, my hushed voice rushing through the air like wind. Mark nods his head a little, gently tugging me toward the couch where we would sit. He looks across me, encouraging me to start talking. "What do you want to do about it?" I ask him, and, by the look on his face, he was expecting that question. He just wasn't ready with an answer.

"I... I don't know," He says, leaning back into the chair. He slumps down, resting his hands behind his head. "I've always loved the idea of having kids and being a dad, but..." He continues, chewing on his lip. "It all seems to be going very fast." 

"I know," I say, letting out a breath. I dread that Mark is saying that he wants to get rid of the child, because I sure don't. "But... do you want to keep it?" I ask, and it looks as if I had just dropped bricks onto Mark's head. He leans forwards, placing his head in his hands for a brief moment. He shrugs lamely, looking up at me with sad eyes.

"I don't want to get rid of it," He says, testing the words on his tongue. He seems satisfied by what he just said, as he soon breaks into a smile. "No, I don't. I want to keep it, but I'm not going to force you to do anything you don't want to." He tells me, causing me to feel as there is a little bit of pressure on me. How could I decide whether an unborn child should live or die, knowing the impact that either choice could make?

"I don't want to get rid of it, either," I say, tucking a few strands of loose, brown curls behind my ear. "But I need to think about this," I look over at Mark, perking an eyebrow. "I think you do, too. There's a lot of things to consider." I tell him, glancing around the apartment. It was definitely big enough for a small family, but that wasn't what I was worried about. His fans didn't even know we were dating - what were they going to say to this? Even if we didn't tell them, I'm sure it would come out one day. 

"My fans will eat this right up," Mark says, shaking his head. "Well, at least, most of them will. They're all good people." He tells me, and I nod my head. 

"I know they are. You have an amazing community," I tell him, and he nods his head at this. There is another wave of silence between us, and I lean back on the sofa as questions begin floating around in my mind. "Do they even know we're together? I'm sure there has been some rumours floating around." I say, and he shrugs.

"There's been a few questions and theories in the comments. Why? Do you want to tell them? I wasn't going to unless you said it was okay." He says, and I let out a puff of air. Chewing on the inside of my cheek in thought, I stare blankly ahead. 

"I mean, how're we going to hide it? I've no problem with telling them, what's the worst that could happen? Hate? You know I don't care about that rubbish."  I say, and Mark nods and smiles. He grabs my hand for a moment, his smile widening.

"I know that hate doesn't bother you," He says, and it looks as if he's remembered something. "Remember summer last year? That one girl sent you, like, three pages in an e-mail. I should feel offended, but, man, she's dedicated." 

"Yeah, I remember it." I say, letting out a chuckle. 

"So, how do you want to tell them?" He asks, and I consider this for a moment.